"Enjoy."I took a sip and felt the bite of tequila and salt on my tongue. She was right. She DID make a wicked margarita."So, what do you think about m... bar tending skills?" she inquired."Very impressive" I responded, and took another drink.She took a swallow from her own glass. "Just one of my many talents." She kicked off her sandals and sat down next to me on the couch. "And I plan on showing you every one of them tonight."I had my left arm across the top of the cushion and she slid under it. No i replied i was trying to get some one to fuck you. The chatter at the table had ceased our friends knew world war III was about to happen. Carrie just said i will find a man to fuck me tonight i just laughed and said the woman all look good at closing time but i won't wait up either. Michael was on my mind and i couldn't wait for tomorrow my cock ached for him now. I got up bright and early and noticed that Carrie didn't come home last night i wasn't worried i thought maybe she did me a. " I smiled as I freshened up my makeup.It took about five minutes to reach Zach's office. It was a cozy room onthe second floor. We walked up to the front desk."Hi my name is Kevin, I believe I have an appointment with Mr. Stevens,"Kevin told the secretary."Come this way sir," she exclaimed. "He's waiting for you inside." Thanks." Kevin smiled as he beckoned me to follow him.We walked into a small room. Zach was typing on his computer when henoticed us. He was a chubby 40 year old man with a. “Hi s*s, I’m here” I called and pulled out a beer. “How’re things go....” I started, but my words trailed off at the vision before me. My plain flat chested, skinny sister had transformed into a vision. She stood in the kitchen looking like Lara Croft, clad in a tight vest and lycra shorts. Her lack of exercise had put on eight pounds or so and her hips were beautifully rounded inside her spray on pants. Her six pack was now just a flat tummy, but her running vest was bursting at the seams. I.